Worst Nightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly.

I will update Just a Taste, but the sex scene is getting very intense, and as of now, its 12 pages! My longest ever! After that I'm going to update Warm Peaches! I'm imagining that this will be a ten chapter story if I can finish it.

Warnings: Horror, Gore, Rape and Man on Man sex.

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Draco had never thought he'd been happier to see Weasley than at this moment, because standing in the rain and trying to hail a taxi was not something that he wanted to do.

"Get in, Harry would kill me if you walked home in this rain." He didn't question it and simply jumped into the car.

"Thanks Ron." He placed his briefcase at the floor of the car and breathed out heavily.

"How was Australia?" Ron asked as he pulled away from the curb and in the direction of his and Harry's home.

"It was good. Hot, nothing like here. I think I want to take Harry there for Christmas." He felt in his jacket for the very special gift that he had gotten for Harry right before he left. In fact, he looked over at the red head. He was sure that he would need more than one person's approval, but it wouldn't hurt to get started. "Ron, I…I need to ask you something."

"Sure thing mate." The blond fidgeted and tried to breathe steadily garnering the red heads attention. "You alright?"

"Yeah I…ok…you've known Harry longer than anyone, except those muggles." He snarled out the last bit and took satisfaction in the look of hate in Ron's eyes at the mention of his former relatives. "Well, the thing is…I want to…Merlin…I want to marry Harry, and I want your blessing before I ask him." He let all the air out of his lungs in the last bit, they had stopped at a red light, and he was too terrified to look him in the eyes. But the silence carried and he had to look. "Wow." A grin spread across the Weasley's face. "Took you long enough."

"What?"

"Harry's wanted you to ask him for years. He thought you were gonna give up on him." His heart gave out a little at that thought. Harry thought he was going to give up on him? They'd known each other for twelve years and been together for six, how could he think that? He shook himself. What was he getting worked up about? Harry wanted to marry him too. He should be thrilled. He let a smile take over his face.

"So can I count on you're blessing?" He asked, though he was already fairly certain he knew what the answer was going to be.

"You know you can." Ron held his hand out. "Welcome to the family?" Draco wasn't usually one for physical contact if it wasn't from a family member or Harry, but in this moment he was so happy that he reached over and hugged Ron so tightly the red head had to give a whine of protest. "Oi! You're gonna break me!"

"Sorry." He mumbled, though he didn't even have the decency to be embarrassed, he was too happy. He looked up and saw that they light was green. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's get me home!"

He was nearly jumping out of his seat when they came close to his house. He looked out the window, and in the rain he swore that he saw someone who looked just like him walking away from the house, but he thought nothing of it. He was going to see Harry. He was going to propose!

When Ron stopped the car he grabbed his wrist, he anticipated him telling him good luck. But one look in those blue eyes and he knew that something was wrong.

"What is it?"

"I'm sensing some real dark magic coming from your house." He left the car with his wand at the ready. Draco followed him wand also drawn ready to attack. "It's powerful." Draco nodded, and was about to act like an adult but suddenly all his sense left him and he only thought of one thing: Harry.

He ran to the house ignoring Ron's cries for him to wait. If something was in the house and after Harry he had to stop it. He busted down the door and barged into the house.

The living room was a mess, the rug was kicked up, the chairs and coffee tables were all turned over or broken, like a struggle had taken place. And to his complete horror he saw blood on the floor.

"Harry!" He screamed out and ran to the dining room. It broke his heart. He could see that Harry had prepared for him coming back by cooking his favorite, roast, baked potatoes and his favorite red wine. The table was wrecked and the plates were smashed on the floor. What the hell had happened? "Harry!" He raced to the kitchen, for the most part there wasn't much that had happened there, he felt a moment of relief until he looked at the counter and saw that all the knifes in the knife wrack were gone.

"HARRY!"

He ran to the stairs and saw a bright hand print on the white railing. He thought his heart was going to stop.

"Draco?" He whirled around and saw Ron who was taking in the room with his eyes. "Merlin. Where's Harry?"

"I don't know." He said desperately. He turned to the stairs. "I'm checking the bedroom. He didn't wait for a response. He just ran found his bedroom and opened it. He was close to tears at the sight.

"Oh Harry…" Harry, his Harry was tied to the gold iron headboard kneeling by the radiator. He was naked and there was blood dripping off of his body to the floor, there were burn and whip marks on his back and chest and bruising on his face. He ran to him and took his face delicately in his hands. Tears were running down his cheeks. "Harry, love, please don't be dead." He undid the ropes and picked him up so he could lie on the bed, he felt a pulse, it was faint, but it was there. He covered him with a sheet."Please open your eyes for me Harry."

It was slow, but Harry's eyes did flutter open, and he saw the emeralds that he loved so much, but filled with pure and utter fear.

"Please…please don't hurt me again." He cried out hoarsely shuddering at the sight of him. He turned over to his side gripping his knees to his chest, shaking. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…please leave me alone."

"Harry what are you—"

"Merlin!" He turned around saw Ron standing in the doorway. "Harry?" He walked over to the side of the bed and reached out to touch him. "Harry are you—"

"Don't hurt me." Harry cried out causing each of them to jump away from him. Ron being the one more experienced in these areas took the lead.

"Harry, mate it's me Ron." Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron. "Hey mate."

"Ron?" He asked in a voice as meek as a child's. Draco had to turn away and pace. He was feeling too much right now. He was feeling anger, pain, despair, everything was wrong, on a night when everything was supposed to go so right. If he stayed still, he was going to destroy something, he knew that for certain.

"Yeah mate. Can…Harry, tell me who did this." Draco perked up at this and turned around.

"What?" Harry asked, a tone of disbelief in his voice. He couldn't figure out why.

"Who…who did this to you mate?" Draco noted that his hands were shaking, he was more furious than he had given him credit for. "Did you see who did this to you? Do you know who they are?"

"Give him some room to breathe!" Draco hissed, feeling irritated suddenly. He wanted to know who this son of a bitch was too, but he wasn't going to force Harry to tell him if he wasn't ready.

"It was him." Came the very hoarse reply. Ron leaned closer to Harry.

"Who mate?" Draco's heart was thundering in his chest, waiting to hear the name and hunt down the bastard who had dared to do this to his Harry.

"It…it was Draco."

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